Monday, June 11, 2007
I did an exam this morning; it went fine. On my way home I listened to the Beatles. I don't do that very often, but it seemed appropriate - the melancholy back-when-the-world-was-young feel, and the clean lines of songs it seems I've known my whole life make for a good head-clearer. They might not be your thing, but you have to admit they had something. Also, it felt healthy to remind myself that however smug I felt about finishing a course, by my age Paul McCartney had done with the Beatles, and still had Live and Let Die to come.
Which brings me to David Beckham (all roads lead there). I get the same melancholy optimism looking at photos of him from the late '90s. He's McCartney's double: the girls' favourite, not as cool as overrated colleagues, and criticised for doing the thing he's good at extremely well indeed.
This season started with a group of egos forgetting they need to work together to work at all: Let it Be. It ends with everyone remembering what they saw in their hero in the first place, as he calmly plays not as well as before, but well enough to provoke nostalgia: the closing medley of Abbey Road (Ruud Van Nistelroy as George Harrison, if you like). That album ends well, and the Beatles didn't overstay their welcome. To America, David, and Wings!
Now, is there any beer in the house?
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Which brings me to David Beckham (all roads lead there). I get the same melancholy optimism looking at photos of him from the late '90s. He's McCartney's double: the girls' favourite, not as cool as overrated colleagues, and criticised for doing the thing he's good at extremely well indeed.
This season started with a group of egos forgetting they need to work together to work at all: Let it Be. It ends with everyone remembering what they saw in their hero in the first place, as he calmly plays not as well as before, but well enough to provoke nostalgia: the closing medley of Abbey Road (Ruud Van Nistelroy as George Harrison, if you like). That album ends well, and the Beatles didn't overstay their welcome. To America, David, and Wings!
Now, is there any beer in the house?
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